Too soon the harbor light, uncaring, mocks The tragedy of marble face, of tangled hair; But the kind bosom of the ocean rocks All that is left of womanhood, once fair. Who knows the sorrow in the fast-closed eyes, The pain unspoken by the silent lips, The prayers unanswered by the far-off skies? A careless sea-wave through the soft hair swirls, Leaps ... splashes ... drips. Who knows the struggle ere the soul grew faint With desperate striving for the light of day? The moaning sea sobs with a weird and sorrowing plaint -- Requiem for the pitiful deserted human clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER ENOUGH by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN WOOING IN A DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON |